Show HAPPENED IN OUR MIDST sir air booth the indiana novelist tells this story to illustrate the journalistic enter enterprise prise of a 1 certain cartain tin small town of his native state starting out for a hunting trip mr made his way to the town of W where lie he was to be joined by several friends coming by rail front from further up the country at the hotel fronting on the railroad tracks the hunter put up late in the evening his fai ortle bird dog quartered in tile the back yard in the morning it was discovered that the he dog had disappeared have you a newspaper in town mr air asked the landlord who sat tilted back in a chair on thi the front porch enjoying a morn morning ing pipe we sure have sir replied the landlord pointing mccross the way to a sign that swung above the shoemakers shot shop the morning news out at four every day rain or shine going to advertise for my log dog the he novelist remarked rema is as lie went down the steps the editor of the morning news t the one ie printer pi inter and the printers devil held the foit all busily getting together the days edition of the I 1 paper a the editor had just completed a paragraph or two noting the arrival in our midst of the gifter and assuming that the caller was the notable vis visitor aitor received him with due ceremony assuring sir air Tar hington that though we are just going to press we will be glad to hold the paper to insert your ad sir fifty dollars reward for the return of a pointer dog answering to name of rex which diss appeared from the yard of the Alan mansion sion house monday night read the advertisement mc ii t returning R e to this hotel within halt half an hour mr had decided that it might be liest best to add no questions asked across the tracks to tho the coining news again went the advertiser the office was deserted save for the little lean redheaded red headed freckled nosed devil who sat perched upon a high stool his knees drawn up gazing pensively out of the dusty window wheres heres everybody mr asked blithely putting pulling his held head in at the he door gawn to hunt the daw dawg the boy answered I 1 laconically icalla the post |